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WALTON HALL. 



Ill all strife where courage is tested and power, 



From the meet on the hillside, the horn blast, the find, 



The burst, the long gallop that seems to devour. 

 The champaign, all obstacles flinging behind. 



Li)ulsay Gordcm. 



A horse, a horse ! my kingdom for a horse I — Sluikespeare, Richard III. 



And next I saw them sadtUed lead 



Old Cheviot forth, the Earl's best steed ; 



A matchless horse. — Marniian, Canto XVI. 



Palmaque uobilis 

 Terrarum dominos eveliit ad Deos. 



Horace, Od. I. i. 



CHAPTEE XVI. 



THE GREAT RUN FROM POOL FIELDS OSIERS, FEBRUARY 4tH, 

 1884 A RUN FROM UFTON WOOD A DAY IN THE COTTES- 

 MORE COUNTRY SUBSCRIBERS TO THE HOUNDS FINE RUN 



WITH THE PYTCHLEY HOUNDS COMPLIMENTARY DINNER TO 



LORD WILLOUGHBY DE BROKE. 



It is now more than ten years ago, so fast old Time 

 slips away. Aye, lie speeds faster even than the old dog 

 pack on a scent. Much sport have we seen with the 

 Warwickshire hounds since that eventful day ; many a 

 time have we coursed an old greyhound fox from scent to 



